April 15, 1999
My goodness has this been a rather bad week to this point in many, many ways. Hell, I'm not even sure where I should begin with what's gone wrong this week, but I suppose I should start at the root of the problem, that being that I've had all sorts of problems sleeping up until last night. Sunday night, Monday night, and Tuesday night I had a combined SIX hours of sleep. Yes, six hours. Four hours Sunday night, two hours Monday night, and no sleep what-so-ever Tuesday night.
Tuesday night was the night from hell for me though. I knew that I was tired, I knew that I wanted to sleep, but it just never happened. Every time I started to get drowsy, something would happen. Most irritating was when I continuously would get very warm for no apparent reason at all, causing me to violently throw the covers off, turn on a fan, and open up my window to the 35° temperature outside. No luck then though. I would finally get cool, but then the fan would start to bother the hell out of me with the noise. A few months ago, I couldn't sleep with the fan off, now I can't sleep with it on.
Just another one of those strange things with me that I can't figure out. Anyway, I'd turn the fan off, and even with the window open a bit, I'd begin to overheat again, causing the pattern to repeat. More than once I wanted to just cry out over frustration, but couldn't because I'd wake someone up. That pattern went on for about three hours or so before I finally got to the breaking point.
By that time it was 5am though, so I figured there was no way in hell that I was going to fall asleep then. I grabbed a magazine and read until about 5:15, when I decided that I needed a warm bath. So I took a bath, got out at around 6:15, and started to get dressed. I didn't know if I was going to be able to stay awake, so I kind of bothered my mom before finally giving up and just going to school, where I nearly fell asleep several times.
You think that when I got home from school, I'd get a break. Nope, still had work to contend with. Seven hours later, I finally got home, tired, cranky, and just overly mad at everyone and everything. I passed out about a half-hour after I got home, getting some much needed rest. The end of a terrible three day stretch was at hand.
I never did figure out why I had problems, I was just grateful to get some sleep at last. I just need to find a way to stay asleep at night now. Someone also suggested that spring break may have thrown off my sleeping pattern, but it's not too likely. However, I don't think that I'll have any problems for the rest of this week. Then again, my body's as strange as my mind sometimes. And we know how weird things can get with my mind. I'm scared just thinking about that.
Today in English we discussed the color war some more and what was going to be done over the next few days. We also continued the griping that had begun yesterday when we finally received the details of the research report that's necessary to pass the course. 200 points is what it's worth, and I'm going to earn each and every point that's possible. We have a month to do it, so I'm not too sure what the complaining's about. Yes, there are five parts to it, all of them large and time-consuming, but it's still a month to do them all.
Getting back to our discussion though, it was focused around the newspaper that our class is going to be putting together for the color war, a newspaper that I am now a part of in two ways. See, thanks to this lovely computer I'm typing this entry on, I'm now partly responsible for lay-out and typing up the paper. Secondly, since everyone not part of setting up the paper became pussies and decided not to volunteer to write any articles, I now get to write a story for the paper.
I get to write a summary on the situation in Kosovo right now, not exactly what I wanted to do, but manageable nevertheless. It should be easy since there's so much information readily available on the whole incident. I'm now looking forward to putting this together and seeing my writing, which my teacher said was good, sitting there for all to read in our class, and in the other class too.
Now I just have to get up off my ass and actually do the paper, which is due Tuesday. Then I have to find out what I'm doing in terms of the lay-out. So much to do, so much time. If I can't handle this, I might as well smack myself a couple hundred times and wear a "dunce" hat for a month.
Uh, maybe I should reconsider what I just said. Yeah.
Apparently I was one of a few who didn't find out the results of the proficiency test we took in February. My english teacher, Mrs. Pinzone told the ones who didn't know if we passed or failed, and that was when I found out, when all of my fears would either come true or be quelled, when I found out if I was smart, or just another stupid dumbass.
I passed. All of them. Two with honors. When my heart finally got back into my chest and injected with tranquilizers, it hit me. I passed all five parts, two parts with honors. Naturally, it was the reading and writing parts that I did exceptionally well on, but I passed the other parts too. Can you believe that 9 out of 26 students in that class failed at least one part, some more than one? Can you believe that I was one of 2 out of 26 that passed the writing with honors? I can't.
It's great. I earned a $500 scholarship for passing all parts and I'm exempt from my finals, which means I'll most likely be getting out the 26th of May rather than the 27th. Then again, I have to find out how things will be worked out. Mr. Goulias, the principle of my grade, has advised that the last two grades be averaged to get the grade for the exam, but some may just take the higher of the final two grades.
That's been the high point of my week so far, finding that out. I'd dance, but I'm extremely sore right now. Who knew cleaning shelves would be so straining.
Speaking of which, I've been cleaning shelves and checking for outdates at work for the last couple days in preparation for the inventory that's going to be on April 24. After a while, all that bending over, reaching up, going up and down on the stool, and arm motion just catches up with you. I'm sore in my arms, my lower back, and my legs. Naturally I keep forgetting, then I end up feeling all sorts of pain when trying to do something.
I still have more shelves to clean too. I just hope that I remember not to play basketball until I feel a bit better. That was dumb of me. Even though I was just shooting around, trying in vain to find the shot that I used to have, it was a major mistake. My body's still rejecting me for that one. Add that it was wet and a bit cool, and my body's asking for a restraining order. I don't think I'll try that again for a week or so.
Besides, I found that I need a lot of work on my game. I should never have stopped playing so frequently. *Kicking self*
I made a half-hearted attempt at a design for some new graphics, but the graphics programs we have were giving me hell and I finally said the hell with it for now. When I get another chance and some more time, I'll go back to it, but for now, I'll leave it alone. I do know what I want to do, I just have to get it to work right and have everything set up right. That's proven to be the most difficult part of the whole process though. Each of these programs gave me a problem in one way or another.
Get me photoshop. I don't care that it's a ton of money. I want that program because it's so good. Then again, I'll probably just resort to letting my mom do it. I'm lazy. Sue me. Won't get anything. I'm not worth much.
As a side note, watch out for the next few weeks. I loaded up on clearance Easter candy, which means I have a ton of chocolate sitting in my room right now. Then my mom tells me there's chocolate ice cream in the freezer. I'm still mad at my mom for getting me on this chocolate binge. It is her fault, whether she knows it or not.
I can't stop, which means it's going to be a bit crazy around here. Sugar high, here I come.
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